If I could only describe this place
I stare into the light until it blinds me, then close my eyes. Behind the lids oscillating marble, yellow-red spot, nemesis of the sun, the only eye of the night. I see unfolding flesh over flesh in technicolor and plaid as if I hit my elbow or cut back a bone spur... somewhere in there. If I could only describe this place.
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2 comments:
you are really good at creating the intended atmosphere...
what you've created here is exactly the mood one has when at a loss for description...
I can so relate to this not able to describe.... while I was in Norway I worked for days to feel my way into expression then to cast it as a wish that I could...
lovely work here, Hopper ... and lovely noticing, HB
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